Some would deem me a fool, some would deem me lazy, but looking at history, and maybe just a few hints of myth, has shown me that trying to fight fate rarely (being generous there) does any good. So, I now do the rational thing.
I accept fate.
That isn't to say that I don't care what happens under an over-applied guise of que sera, sera. Far from it. I just accept that there are a multitude of things beyond my control, so I make the most of whatever situation I'm in, whatever path I'm led down, whatever opportunities I have.
Fate can seem abstract, even cruel at times. But for me, a guy who believes that everything (even the minutest of details) has a purpose, it takes a little faith and some guts to stick through the rough times in favor of the greater good that will follow in due time.
I used to despise fate. I used to want to rebel against the inevitable.
Now? I find peace in knowing that there are powers in play much greater than I. It's much easier to sleep at night knowing that I can do my part with the things I'm given, but the rest is in fate's hands.
I could have been a Greek philosopher. Blast this being born toward the end of the 20th century!
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